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William Darby

With apologies to Don McLean..... 1 2 3

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A long, long time ago...

Wiz can still remember

How that football used to make him smile.

And I knew if I had my chance

Brellier would have stayed in France

And, maybe, we’d be happier for a while.

But Grant made me shiver

With every signing he’d deliver.

Bad news on the doorstep;

I couldn’t take this crap anymore.

I can’t remember if I cried

When Jamie Curtain re-signed,

But something touched me deep inside

The day the football died.

So bye-bye, match day pie.

Drove my bike to the dyke,

But Yellows was dry.

And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja again

Singin’, "this’ll be the day we go down.

"this’ll be the day we go down."

Did you write Doomy’s book of shiite,

And do you have faith in a relagation fight,

If Doomy tells you so?

Do you believe City will be sold?

Is Munby a complete arsehole?

And can you teach me how to clap real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with her

`cause I saw you cheering in midst of despair .

You both kicked off your shoes.

Man, happy clappers are a bunch of tools.

I was a lonely teenage Barclay thug

With a 8 ft scarf and a shavin’ nut,

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the football died.

I started singin''

So bye-bye, match day pie.

Drove my bike to the dyke,

But Yellows was dry.

And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja again

Singin’, "this’ll be the day we go down.

"this’ll be the day we go down."

Now for over ten years she’s been in charge

And Michael grows fat on his mars bars,

But that’s not how it used to be.

When the Crowd sang on Sky TV

In a game where there’s more sheep than you and me

Iwan almost did it, but it was not meant to be

Oh, and while the Board was looking down,

Roeder wore his thorny crown.

The courtroom was adjourned;

No verdict was returned.

And while fans read reports of Huck

Roeder didn’t really give a f**k

And we sang ‘get the rodent out’

The day the football died.

We were singing,

So bye-bye, match day pie.

Drove my bike to the dyke,

But Yellows was dry.

And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja again

Singin’, "this’ll be the day we go down.

"this’ll be the day we go down."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.

The hotel reminds me of a fallout shelter,

Premier League then falling fast.

We landed foul on the grass.

The players tried for a forward pass,

With the Board on the sidelines in the bar.

Now the half-time talk Gunn tried to encourage

While the fans outside tried The Crossbar Challenge.

We all got up to dance,

Oh, but we never got the chance!

`cause the players tried to take the field;

The opposing team refused to yield.

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the football died?

We started singing,

So bye-bye, match day pie.

Drove my bike to the dyke,

But Yyellows was dry.

And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja again

Singin’, "this’ll be the day we go down.

"this’ll be the day we go down."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again.

So come on: MacDonald be nimble, MacDonald be quick!

Otsemobor is a useless d*ck

Cause God is Delia’s only friend.

Oh, and as them watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage.

Korey Smith was born in hell

he couldn’t break  satan’s spell.

And as the flames climbed high into the night

We realised City is total shiite,

I saw binners laughing with delight

The day the football died

We were singing,

So bye-bye, match day pie.

Drove my bike to the dyke,

But Yellows was dry.

And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja again

Singin’, "this’ll be the day we go down.

"this’ll be the day we go down."

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news,

But she just laughed and turned away.

I went down to the sacred store

Flowers piled up from the floor

But the Board just took them away.

And in the streets: the fans all screamed,

The Barclay cried, happy clappers dreamed.

But not a honest word was spoken;

Norwich City

is all but broken.

And the three men I admire most:

Smudger, Wiz, the fat bloke from Hong Kong

They caught the last train for Charlton

The day the football died.

And they were singing,

"this''ll be the day that I die."

So bye-bye, match day pie.

Drove my bike to the dyke,

But Yellows was dry.

And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja again

Singin’, "this’ll be the day we go down.

"this’ll be the day we go down."

They were singing,

So bye-bye, match day pie.

Drove my bike to the dyke,

But Yellows was dry.

And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja again

Singin’, "this’ll be the day we go down.

"this’ll be the day we go down."

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[quote user="Canary02 III"]Gay[/quote]

My apologies for being a fecaescious (sp) swine. I was only joking, it made me chuckle a few times, good work.

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